Cooking In Wartime

It’s almost too much
I pretty much just wanted to relate
Who you are more than what you think
“Down with beauty,” they shouted from the gate
“Down with beauty,” they shouted from the car
Like they could’ve been wearing bibs
Going no one knew where, or how far, or wherever that is
It’s past the Nth country and rogue state
And the public wilderness and popular plains
And sails of the clotheslines, facing it
Facing it
Always facing it
Where the heaviest seas run with the wind
And that’s thе way to get through
And you said the fuck word over and ovеr again
Where people lower their voices and douse their fires
That’s what cooking in wartime requires
And it’s almost too much
And it’s almost too much
Okay, there are murderers among us
Crawling out of the TV
And there are murmurs that love is
A song that may have gotten too cheap
And there are mermaids among us
That don’t give me your heaviest seas
Don’t give me your heaviest seas
Don’t give me your heaviest seas
It’s almost too much